I wallow like a walrus In my laziness, Unable to work or play Or even pray, Scrawling somatic lingua franca On the walls of my acedia. I remain in front of the television, Ignoring my friends’ derision, Watching soaps from the Antipodes. When the doorbell rings, I pull myself to my knees, Uncoil my spine […]
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